Song of the Moon

There was once a singer who was known through the land
Whose voice could soothe and becalm any man
She was desired and pursued but it soon became clear
She had given her heart to a man who can't hear.

This man loved her as deep, he loved her true,
With his calloused hands he made and gave her all he knew
In daylight he sculpted and painted her smile,
He held her and warmed her, kept her safe through the night.

Often she would embrace him tight from behind,
And stayed still until both of their hearts beat in time.
She laid her cheek against ear, her hands over heart,
Her slender neck over broad shoulders, soft lips against scars
Then sang. Of all the many, many ways that she loved him
And hoped not that he could hear but that he would feel her love.

But one night cruelty and avarice broke into their home
And they blinded and broke him but left her alone
Shaking and half mad, her skirts soaked in his blood,
She wailed and she begged and she cried to her God

Mercy Father, mercy for this sweet, sweet man,
Please save him and heal him, let me take all his wounds!
Take my all, take my soul, I surrender my voice
I will pay any price, I will follow him where he goes!

Slowly, through tears she saw a careful light
Surround and erase all that was marred by the night
Tenderly she was lifted, by a gentle heat,
And with relief, finally gave herself to her God and sleep.

There was once a singer who was known through the land
Whose voice could soothe and becalm any man
She was desired and pursued but it soon became clear
She had given her heart to a man who can't hear.

This man loved her as deep, he loved her true,
With his calloused hands he made and gave her all he knew
In daylight he still sculpted and painted her smile,
And at night she watched him across the many, many miles
As she lit up the sky and tried not to be blue
She prayed he could still feel the song of the moon.